**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter Forty-Nine 💰 The Dark Moon 💰
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says as him, Lydia and Blake look around, Lydia having a hold on Blake arm for comfort. They're were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Blake says making Stiles look at her offended, "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia says exasperatedly and he nodded, "I'm aware it's not our best..." He said making Blake scoff lightly, "Have we ever had a good plan?"
"We are going to die." Both Blake and Lydia said at the same time making Stiles glanced at them. "Are you saying that as a Necromancer and a Banshee, or are you both just being pessimistic?" Stiles says as they start walking. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia says and Blake laughs, "Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Necromancer and Banshee predictions?"
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Blake says sarcastically and Stiles chuckled and nodded his head, "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically and she smiled and hummed.
Walking up to the building of the club, two men stood in front of them, "Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia asked and the men looked at each other then shook their head making her sigh. Stiles pulled a card out of his pocket before showing it to one of the men, he looked over to a camera making Stiles hold the card up to it and then a few second after the door buzzed open.
Taking a deep breath, they walked in, the door shutting behind them as they walked down a hall. The music they could already hear was making the walls shake violently. As they walked, Blake made sure to keep a good grip on Lydia so they dont get separated.
Standing at the bar, three shot glasses got set in front of them making them raise their eyebrows in confusion. Stiles went to grab his wallet but a hand grabbed onto his and Blake's shoulders, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Blake sighed.
"We didn't come here to drink." Blake said before dropping one of the bullets she found on the loft floor into a shot glass.
"Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This especially, it has a savage energy." Araya said, looking down at whatever she was doing making Blake roll her eyes. "We didn't come to talk about music. We're here for Derek Hale." Blake said making Araya look at her and smile, "Is that so?"
"We know you have him. We've heard you can be bought." Lydia said and Stiles put stacks of cash on the desk, "That's fifty thousand for Derek." He said making Araya chuckle.
